Chapter 152: The National Preceptor’s Little One is Super Cute (13)

Chapter 152: The National Preceptor’s Little One is Super Cute (13)

Wenren Shu didn’t reply but reached out and touched the little one’s cheek.

The little one’s cheek was soft.

“A’Chu,” he whispered, “I miss you so much.”

He seemed to be speaking to the little one, but also to himself.

He found comfort in his daydreams about A’Chu.

In time, he would follow in his teacher’s footsteps.

But he did not regret it.

Wenren Shu lowered his head, his lips gently touching the tip of the little one’s finger.

“I miss you so much.”

Song Chuyi’s fingertip trembled slightly, unaccustomed to Wenren Shu’s sudden closeness.

However… Wenren Shu’s lips were very warm.

He curled his fingers slightly and said in a soft voice, “You feel so warm.”

“I’m sorry,” Wenren Shu said softly, “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

Song Chuyi shook his head, “No discomfort.”

He shook his head, then lightly swung his legs and asked curiously, “Hey, Brother Wenren, have you been here at the National Preceptor’s residence your whole life?”

“Hmm,” Wenren Shu replied softly.

As if he had found an outlet to confide in, he began to speak more.

“I was chosen by my master when I was five and entered the National Preceptor’s residence.”

“Since then, I have been learning from my master.”

Song Chuyi’s ears twitched. Master? Wasn’t that the previous National Preceptor?

The previous National Preceptor died at the age of thirty-five, which was not long after Wenren Shu took over the position.

Now that Wenren Shu was twenty-five, shouldn’t he have chosen a successor by now?

“Brother Wenren, have you chosen your successor?”

“Hmm,” Wenren Shu replied softly, “I have chosen.”

His gaze lingered on the little one, and a shadow of determination flickered in his eyes.

The successor… he had already decided.

A’Chu.

He would choose A’Chu as his successor.

Deep down, he knew it was ridiculous and dangerous.

So what?

From the start, this world has always felt like one big illusion.

"Do you want to be the Imperial Advisor, A'Chu?"

Song Chuyi blinked at Song Renshu, "You mean... the successor?"

He tapped his chest, "You can't mean me, right?"

Song Renshu’s lips curled into a knowing smile, confirming Song Chuyi’s suspicions.

Song Chuyi: ...

Well, well, well, this world has officially lost its mind.

Since he hadn’t returned to his normal form, Song Renshu still saw him as just a figment of his imagination.

And yet, Song Renshu wanted his "figment" to succeed the position of Imperial Advisor?

This is insane! Song Renshu has completely lost it!

Song Chuyi cleared his throat and gently entwined his fingers with Song Renshu’s.

"I can take on the position of Imperial Advisor, but..."

Song Renshu felt the warmth from his fingertips, his throat subtly moving.

"But what?"

"But I’m still too young!" Song Chuyi teased, lightly brushing his fingertips against Song Renshu’s. "I’ll take the role when I’ve grown up."

A thought stirred in Song Renshu's mind, "Will A'Chu grow up?"

"Of course!" Song Chuyi nodded firmly, "I’ll become as big as you!"

He puffed out his chest, boasting shamelessly, "Maybe even taller and stronger than you! Hahahaha!"

A hint of amusement flickered in Song Renshu's eyes.

An absurd desire surfaced in his mind.

A'Chu would grow to be just like him.

Would that mean he could kiss him, leaving his mark on that fair skin?

Even if only he could see it, it didn’t matter. A'Chu was his—no one else’s—and no one else should ever lay eyes on him.

A'Chu was his, only his.

No one else could see.

Anyone.

The dark desire surged, casting a deep hue over his dark pupils.

"A'Chu is right."

His Adam's apple bobbed, barely holding back.

"I will wait for A'Chu to grow up."

Song Chuyi hummed softly, "Of course, just wait for me to become taller and stronger than you, haha!"

Song Renshu murmured a low "Hmm."

He started to understand why his former teacher had grown increasingly unhinged.

The teacher would always lock himself in his room, talking to himself, occasionally letting out murmurs of intimacy.

As a man himself, Song Renshu knew what his teacher was doing.

But he also knew that his teacher had gone mad.

He had succumbed to the delusions that brought him pleasure.

Once upon a time, he had not understood and even disdained his teacher's downfall.

But now, he understood. He understood the inability to quit once one had touched the source of joy.

He was willingly sinking into it, embracing his downfall with relish.

Song Renshu had never been the revered imperial advisor.

He was a madman, a madman who willingly embraced his downfall, consumed by illusions.

In the deep of the night, a suppressed murmur escaped the quiet imperial bedroom.

Listening closely, it was Song Renshu's hoarse voice.

"A'Chu."

After the suppressed murmur came the faint sound of rustling clothes.

Then the sound of water, and after, the sound of ripples spreading.

The hot spring water had been dirtied.

The hot mist blurred Song Renshu's eyes.

Gazing at the murky hot spring water, he chuckled softly.

"A'Chu, when will you grow up?"

It seemed he had already fallen into the trap of desire.

In the courtyard, Song Chuyi let out a big yawn.

"Song Renshu went home pretty early today."

He muttered to himself and rolled over.

"I'm so bored; I could really use someone to talk to."

Xiaotong suggested, "Why don't you go find Song Renshu?"

Song Chuyi lay on the petals, "He's probably asleep by now."

Xiaotong: "Song Renshu doesn't seem to be asleep, he's in the hot spring right now."

"Hmm? A hot spring?" Song Chuyi's eyes lit up. "Is there a hot spring in *your* imperial bedroom?"

Xiaotong: "Yes, it's a flowing hot spring."

Song Chuyi immediately became interested. "Then I have to go!"

"Let’s sneak in right now,"

"Xiaotong, keep an eye out for anyone around. Let me know if you see someone, alright?"

Xiaotong: "Don't worry, host!"

Song Chuyi was a man of action. When he decided to do something, he did it right away. He flapped his little wings and flew straight to Wen Renshu's imperial bedroom.

The door to the imperial bedroom was tightly closed, not even a palace maid in sight.

This suited Wen Renshu’s personality perfectly. He preferred quiet and disliked being disturbed. Even for his meals, he preferred to fetch them himself.

With no one around, it made things easier for Song Chuyi.

He slipped into Wen Renshu’s imperial bedroom without a hitch.

The imperial bedroom was spacious, with a large bed and an enormous folding screen.

Behind the screen was the flowing hot spring.

The hot spring water was very warm, and the area behind the screen was filled with mist. All he could see was a faint outline of Wen Renshu through the fog.

Song Chuyi quietly flew to the other side and dipped his tiny toes into the hot spring water.

It was warm and looked incredibly comfortable!

His eyes lit up, and he slowly slid down from the edge, successfully entering the hot spring water.

He was small, so he couldn’t sink to the bottom and could only float on the surface.

This actually made it convenient for Song Chuyi. He could enjoy the hot spring without having to paddle.

He relaxed and let the warm water carry him along.

It was slow and extremely comfortable.

As he drifted, he suddenly felt a warm chest against him. He opened his eyes and looked up.

Wen Renshu looked down at him, his deep gaze seeming to draw him in.